Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 21, Number 36, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 28 February 1891 — Page 3

LOVE'S EVENING STAR.

Ob, velcome to the sunny Ray. Wl»en opening buds reveal the

flowers,

,And all around melodiously Sweet matins fill the vernal bower* ^, ••I brings again that blissful hour.

The brightest far of life to me. When, fondly pressing heart to heart. We frit love's thrilling ecstasy.

The dew ot love was on thy cheeic. Its jrems of pearl were In thine eye®. As from thy ruby tinted lips

Came forth the sweet, consenting nighs. TVas new born joy that made thee weep, And every tear was sanctified: Two h«irt« were melted into one

When heaven gave thee to bo my bride.

Ah, when I fondly called thee mine, Arid fervently thy vows wcrepivew. The words wero caught from off thy lips

And echoeJ to the ear of heaven And he who ever ddgns to bless When guilders love implores his aid Made reeor I of the holy Ijond-

And btcssM the union be had made.

Tbroiiffh t:JI the days till frosty age Thy lore has grown more sweet and dear, AH it ban brightened ail t!ie way,

A charm and solace ever near: And now, when near life's evening close, How beautiful tboday declines! As earthly scenes am growing dark

Love's evening star mow brightly shines! -Rev. Sidney Dyer in New York Ledger.

UNCLE PETE.

Uncle Pete was marinating. However, this was nothing new, as he had done but little else since the time he was a mite of si darky, watching the sparks By up from the burning log heaps scattered over "old master's" new ground and die away in the dusky spring evening. He would sit upon a stump with the dark, freshly plowed ground about him giving forth odors of earth and torn green roots, while the frogs in the shallow shining branch, marked with willows, sang a happy, monotonous refrain.

His kinks were turning from black to gray and many a problem as knotty as his wool and just as powerless to be straightened had passed through his brain. His great passion was wealth— 'twas the only thing he cared for. He had dreamed of it in boyhood—it seemed a pity those log heap sparks were notreal gold—had striven for it in his way in manhood, and now that 1j||d age had begun to pay court to him in a *sly and wholly unaccountable manner ho still dreamed of and strove for wealth. When boy he would grasp every peculiar looking rock lying in his path, with the hope that it might bring him a fortune. The sun glancing on a piece of glass would cause his lazy legs to move faster than was customary, for perhaps it might be a nugget of gold lying there especially for him. But he found to his disappointment many times that "all was not gold that glitterod."

Uncle Peter had never been taught to read, and was too lazy to work hard. In fact, he shirked dreadfully. Like "ole Brer Rabbit" in those wondrous days whon animals were gifted w}th speech —fcho recital of which fills every childish heart with the pleasantest emotions—he did all of the grunting and comparatively no work. Ho lived with old master's grandson, Marae Bob, aa a cropper, and invariably came out in debt to him on au average of $40 a year. Each Christmas Marse Bob would storm at him and threaten to send him away, but Uncle Peter was sly and would "lay low" until Marse Bob's sweet little wife drove all angry thoughts from liib mind, and then no began to put in his best work, usually making sundry suggestions 'buot de fattening horga," and ashes, salt, sulphur and copperas for the horse •. mules and colts, until Marse Bob finally finished a contract with him almost before the thought of beginning had entered his mind. It would burst upon him each lime like a thunderbolt, and with an internal groan began the turning of new leaves. But those leaves became dogsared with too little turning and much lingering. So Uncle Peter lived on at his kind benefactor's, with his progeny of grandchildren and one unmarried daughter, the idol of his heart.

Uncle Peter was ruminating on this warm, damp January day. The prospect from his cabin door did not invito very pleasant thoughts, but he was paving no Mention to the gloom.

The clouds hung wet and gray over (•he tields. roads and pine grove, which was the only green spot insight. A maul lay Wfore the fire hardening for the next day's work—splitting rails. That was nothing to Unci© Peter, either, for ho knew very well, the sinner, he would get out of half his work by sharpening wedges for the other hands, making himself uselessly useful. "Now. if I could dig into dat gully and Rue a gole mine, wouldn't I be rich?" he mused. "Girt big. peeses, big as my fists—den 1 could set ap at the big 'ouse iike folks, and not work my poor ole seff io detb," sighing, as he got up to turn his maul. "But den dat*s Marse Bob's laud, s'pose 'twould be his gole. Nor dat ain't, right, neither. What I fine is mine. Ef I was to fine a quarter out yonder, I reckin it would my quarter, and dat gole mine would too." So soared his thought? to a realm where roads were lined with gold instead of red mud, and palaces in the places of pine trees faced them, and he was the richest of all in that country. He was awakened from those yellow toned reveries by some one following "Peter, you Peter«r. why don't you answer mef" "Sir?" rousing himself and standing in ais doorway to see Marse Bob on the fence wine distance away. "What are you doing?"*

Burning my maul for to-morrow." Well, you can do that to-night You always gvt mighty smart at the wrong time, anyway. Go on to the house and aelp the other boys shuck corn."

Uncle lVt got up and cnassed the field with reluctant footsteps, while Mam Bob growled to himself on the laziness of the "colored race" in general.

Sunday morning ca.me and witli ft piest-a at the big house as usual. Onde Peter west up to black Ixxjta ami build fires, as was his custom—ho adopted himself and one he invariably kept. Marse Bob'.i wife's brother was there, and im IVu came in he asked: "WliJit kind of weather, Peter?"* ••Luhh\ sir, Inbly," was the reply hi I

always gave, no matter what the weather might be. Hot or cold, wet or dry, Sunday morning was always "lubly'" to Uncle Peter "Where did vou get that shirt, Peter?* came Frank's lazy tones from the depths of a feather bed, from where he could just see Peter, whose shoes were shining brighter than his ebony face, sitting on the woodbox rubbing away with brush and blacking for all he was worth, gg| "Bought it!" wit'i a proud glance.

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"Yon ought to bo a good citizen with such a shirt as that on. Let me seel Stars all over and a striped sailor collar. Stars and stripes, pretty good!'' Uncle Peter gave a complacent smile as Frank spoke in a half sleepy, half mischievous tone. "How's crops? Going to get rich this fall, aren't yon?' "Well, mebbe so," brightening np. "Do you think so? I can't say, but I know one thing, you would like to have a smile," as Peter placed both shoes side by side, and shut up the blacking box. "Uncle Peter's black features lighted up in quite a marvelous manner as Frank offered him what he loved next to money. "Yes, sar, deed I would, sar," bowing and rubbing his hands gleefully. "Hand me that flask on the table. Now, here is your smile," detaching the silver drinking cup from the bottom of the flask and

the clear red liquid

into it, which ran out with a jolly gurgle from the jnouth of the bottle. "You drink fust, Marse Frank."

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"Oh no, Peter, I never drink. I carry it about in case of an accident." "Well," smacking his black lips and wrenching the cup from the pitcher of water, "if I owned dat dream accidents would be foreblwr happning," grinning and bowing himself out. He turned his steps toward the kitchen after leaving Frank's room. There he sat himself down to wait for the coffee pot. This coffee pot was a great consolation to Uncle Peter he never went to his work without first draining it, even eating the grounds. It was too good to waste. He was a great deal more likely to be on hand when breakfast was over than most of the family when it was ready. #. i'iS'i *Ur'

It was raining—and not only raining, but pouring—and had been for an hour. Uncle Peter sat in front of his huge fireplace, which was filled with burning logs, and nodded, while mammy pieced up a quilt with colors so startling, such as pink and yellow, side by side, or green and blue with each other vied. Their pride and delight, a piece of ebony impudence done up in checked homespun, sat by the little window reading. Laboriously she spelled out the words, more laboriously absorbed their meanings. Now and then mammy would give a griint or "dat's

sometimes coming in at the

most absurd times, for she never understood what Angeline was reading there was such an interval between each word, the one had escaped her memory before the other was called out.

Uncle Peter still nodded and bobbed his head around dangerously at times, for it did seem that it would pop off. He was thoroughly awake all at once. What was that? "How to get r-i-c-h, rich," drawled Angeline. Uncle Peter was all excitement in a moment and exclaimed feverishly, "Read on. niggerf Angy looked up astonished she was not accustomed to being addressed that way by her admiring father: "Write to J-a-m-e-s H-a-r-l-i-n-g, Harling, C-o r-t-l-a-n-t Cortlent street, New York I dunno what dat street means after dat word. It can't spell nuthin' cordeu to my notion. I reckin it must mean, ah, I dp nno. Hit was jist got tbar by mistake, dat's liit. Dat typewriter got jess a little too much onto dat." ... "Ugh, humph!" assented Uncle Peter indifferently but his little black eyes were sparkling, and after a while he got up, stretched and looked at the elements. They were clearing up a little so putting on his great coat, which struck his "dumpity" little figure about the heels, he sallied forth to the preacher's, his dearest friend and closest ally. He found him at home making foot mats, as he usually did in wet weather. "Howdy does" being over Uncle Peter set forth in a most captions manner to feel around and learn what the preacher bought of the scheme he had hidden in the back part of his head. "Brer Hambleton, does yon reckin you will ebber gib rich woririn' 'mongst dem shucks?' "Whntl git rich? I ain't a-worlring fur riches I am workin' fur de Lord. Ef he wants me to get rich he will make me, I reckin. And anudder thing, I never thought about it," replied the unworldly old fellow. "Well, ef you will juss read here in dis newspaper youU see sumpin," pulling it out of his pocket. "What's it 'bout?" ,f "Gittin' rich," dropping his voice to a whisper. Brother Hambleton pulled out his brass rimmed glasses, put them on his nose and grasped the paper. He scanned it closely tot a while, and then said: "Hit must be this here, 'Riches air very desirable things, bat there is something more desirable yet, and that is health. Now, this can be obtained by taking Green Leaf Tonic*" "Hole on, Brer Hambleton, yon ain't readin' the right one leastways it dont sound like dat what Angeline read," exclaimed Uncle Peter in some ahum. Was the fortune which seemed in hia grasp to run through his fingers like 80 ranch water, only leaving them damp as a sign it had been there? Iff "Well, howdid it start, Brother Peter?* asked the Reverend Benjamin Hambleton, looking over his glasses in a grave manner, as much as to say, "Brother Peter, Tse afraid you'se had a very larg© smile dis day. and you dreamed daii tiling/* "Oh, I don't 'racily mermemble, 1ml hit wt»»*t dat, and I heered her read it shoV «ath some excitement. ?Loo& again. Brer Hambleton." Benjamin Hambleton once again looked over the piper and then was about to give it tip in despair when a little advertisement in the ten cent column caught hia eye. He read it out and Uncle Peter almost wept

they

Marse Bob cleared his throat, while all the hands turned around to hear what Uncle Peter's correspondent had to say. "How to get rich.—Eat nothing, wear nothing, and work lijce old Nick." -J

There was a shout of laughter from every pair of lips save Uncle Peter's. He was dumb with disappointment and rage. He said not a word, but turned away and walked off "a sadder and a wiser man,"

.It is a month later. Riches are never ntioned by Peter now. He is cured. is fellow workmen plagued his poor old life almost out of him, until one morning he turned like a wounded lion at bay and made them all fly. Since that time he has lived in peace. A curious coolness grew up between him and the preacher at one time, but the genial nature of both old darkies has thawed that out, and they are the same old cronies, only they never speak of wealth to each other.—Mrs. E. M, ^te^art jp Atlanta Constitution. "7 (.

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The Value of Sleep.

Gen. Lord Wolseley, England's leading soldier, is r. man of simple and abstemious habits, and is an emphatic advocate of sleep. When he is his own master ho goes to rest between 10 and 11 and is up before 6. He is a sound deeper, and can sleep at almost "any time and under any circumstances, which is no doubt one great secret of success for in war, as in politics, the man who cannot sleep might as well retire from the running. 'STou cannot put in your time more profitably than in sleeping," Lord Wolseley says, and the saying is one that may well be taken to heart by all hard workers. As long as you can sleep you can always renew your strength. It is when sleep fails that your balance at the bank of [ifq is cut off.—Best Thing&

JTBJRRB AITTB SATURDAY EVENING MATf*

for joy as he heard the sentence thought he should never hear again. ,. •'Now, what do yon propose to do?" inquired Benjamin Hambleton. "I says fer you to write to a&i man and see whnt he says. "Well share profits. Of course you kin have mos' haff," generously.. 'O, "Mos' haff," indignantly/ "Mos* haff, when I does all de writin' and reading? No, sirl I gits whole haff or not write." "All right, all right," hurriedly as visions of a lost fortune again float before him. Amiability being restored, they worked and plotted together like old cronies should. The letter was written and posted

week or two before they could dress np and live like folks in the big 'ouse. Uncle Peter began to wear "the biggest" air imaginable. He became lazier than ever and plagued Marse Bob almost out of his wits. The negroes all wondered what had got into Uncle Peter. He usually bade them good morning in the pleasantest manner, but now it was with the condescension of a monarch. Angeline was no longer the "apple of his eye." She found herself not noticed at all, and thereby became sulky and switched about more than ever while she walked. But it ail was lost upon Uncle Peter. He was going to get rich in his old age, and that was ill he wanted. He dreamed of it at night, and went a-day dreaming over it too. "Uncle Peter was too talkative, however, to let his lecret remain one longer than a few- days. He had no idea he had "let the cat out of the bag," but before one week had expired all the negroes on the plantation knew he had discovered a method for getting rich, and all were on the qui vive for discovery, but they did not let Uncle Petei: hay^„an inkling of their intentions.

One Saturday afternoon as the clouds in the west began to lose some of their exquisite coloring, for night was creeping on, all of the hands, Uncle Peter included, had, gathered about the back door of the big house. All eyes were centered upon Marse Bob, who stood on the stone steps with a stone jug in one hand and a cup in the other. Every face was wreathed in smiles at the thought of a dram. Aa, Marse Bob poured out the liquid which ran with such a good old sound, "So good, good, good, good," it seemed to say, he talked and gave much good, good, good, good advice while he distributed it around. The darkies had just wiped their mouths on their coat sleetes preparatory to leaving, when a little negro boy came up with the mail. Marse Bob glanced over it hastily, and called out: "Halloa, here, Peter—a postal for you." "Yas, sir," responded Uncle Peter, stepping up with happy expectation in his tones and movements. "Shall I read it for you?" with a twinklein his eyes, for he had read it while speaking, and had heard something of Peter's boasting lately. "Yas, sir, s'pose you do," responded Peter, who was feeling generous after his smile. He didn't care just then if all the darkies in Christendom knew how to get rieh.

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The Yalna of Armor is Wtt SM The value of armor has been a matter constantly discussed since its first introduction. So long as it remained, as it did for a time, superior to the attack of the gon its desirability was certain, bttt when the race began between the two the gun early seised and maintained the lead. From that time to the present advocates of the abolition of armor have been very numerous. They compare the state of affairs with that which existed prior to the disose of personal armor, bat so longas armor can be so arranged as to protect certain vital points it is probable that it will be soused. Stpl there are some good arguments in mappert of decuirassement—to

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a French

word that is particularly expressive.—

SSI £-reryb«dy Kaowt,

That at this waian the blood ir fllled with lmptirftieft, the accnmalation of mouth* of c!o«e eonflninent In poorly Ttntll*led atore*, urorkshaps utfl tenements- All these Imparities and every trace or scrofula, salt rtoeunvr other dt#e»Ms may be expelled by taking Hood's Suttwnllta, the twet. Mood purifier ever produced. It i* the only medtof which Mesons dollar" to tree.

DESERTED.

Wher- you have sounded all the depths of wrong, And when its fruit is bitter to your taste, Whoa fairest flowers have faded In your erasp, And when the lamp of life has burned to waste, lihink yon may tehoM yoor better self Along the Itaes of ttiwight thatoaoel traced.

No mortal mind can e'er ooooeire or dream Of iiU the beauty that I worshiped there No Tisioct can surpass the love I saw, A sight that none coold ever with me sham. And none can aee the wreck ou which I stand, Or lift the burden that my Hft must wear. f|'

And you more cruel than the heartless world Have nerer seen the heart I RftTe to yoa, pl^^r Bat other voices were as sweet as mine, And other friends "had

thoughts more

true."

had only to wait a

just and

Have they filled all the measure of y«xr life? Have they yU seen the hope I sought in your

Divided now w^stand. the gulf between Is filled with bitter words and burning tears Who shall remove the deepened scars that telK Of buried hopes and de-restating fears': I Above the grave of a departed love. life will not bloom again ia coming years. —Annie BnsnU in New York Ledger.',

HINTS FOR FEEDING THE

BABY.

Yonng Mothers 3focd Not B# Afraid of Good Cow's Mil* for Their Infants.^ To the delicate young mothers who are' physically unadapted to nursing children, and who are unable, if they so desired, to obtain a wet nurse, I send the following directions fc?r feeding a child with cow's milk through the medium of the much abused patent nursing bottle.

For their encouragement allowme to say that I believe a careful, intelligent mother may bring up her children in perfect health by so called artificial feeding, sanitary and other conditions being good. I have cared for two children, and I am familiar with the catalogue of evils attendant upon the use of the nursing bottle only through the columns of various periodicals.

And so, dear little mothers, if there are good reasons why you should not nurse your baby with mother's milk, do not become discouraged if your mother-in-law or nurse speaks disparagingly of every other way of bringing up a family but direct the nurse to give the little one warmed cow's milk diluted one-half with boiled water. If the weather is warm she should also add a small quantity of lime water, not enough to aflj^ct the taste of the milk unpleasantly.

When possible, fresh milk should be procured night and morning. It should be diluted at once with the boiled water, and set away in a cool place ready for use. After the child is a few months old the proportion of milk may be increased until it is able to digest undiluted milk.

A child should not be given solid food until it is two years old. Any wise physician will advise liquid. food .. durinff the period of dentition*

About caring for the bottle—for upon its cleanliness depends its successful use—it and its patent attachment may be kept as clean as a cup. In order to save the trouble of cleaning a bottle at an inconvenient hour, and that afresh bottle may be ready for use during the night and another for the morning, one should always be supplied with three well fitted bottles. These may all be cleaned in the morning at one's leisure, with hot water and soda. After that one bottle will usually serve during the day by carefully rinsing the tube and bottlfe after each period of nursing. A bottle should not Remain in the cradle after the child's hunger is satisfied, as the milk will.hi&me stale, and perhaps turn sour.

In cleaning the bottle and tube one need not fear to use the brushes sold V., the druggist for the purpose. If one of its bristles should chance to get loose the thorough rinsing under a faucet, which should always be given each part, will surely remove any obstruction.

The tube brush should be used by drawing the wire handle through the tube. I have seen some people stupidly try to work the brush end through the tube, thereby bending and injuring the bristles. When gas is not available a small oil stove is a necessity for speedily warming the milk. The mother should bear in mind that a baby is a creature of habit, and that one cannot begin too early to bathe, feed and otherwise care for it at regular periods.

If the milk should cause constipation, cathartics should not be given a child, biit instead a small glycerine repository. This should be given at a certain hour every morning, if necessary. It will tend to regulate the bowels without deranging the system.—Elizabeth Robinson Scovll in Ladles'Home Journal.

Nook for the Mother.

One of the fads of the day is the mating of especial corners in the drawing room. A capony over a couch, a table and a chair or two will give the effect of a tiny room by itself. A screen will convert a corner into a little nook which may partake of the originator's individuality. Who of us does not remember "mother's particular corner" in the old fashioned sitting room? Many of the modern mothers are taking a corner fbr themselves, and with a chair or two, cushions, plants and work table make a cosy, "homey" nook, just the sort of spot for the mother. The screen may be converted into a aort erf catch all.,

Made with a substantial frame to pre vent its being tipped over, it may hold a side work basket, a shelf for books or even a lamp. In front of the screen madame's desk is placed, and at this little shrine the family and favored friends bow. Tiny curious shaped tables, completely covered with quaint bric-a-brac, are set here and there through a large room. Each has its special collection. Thus one holds Egyptian curios—scarabei, sphinxes, mummy beads and casts of various mummies, or bsonses of Isis, Qsiros aad Horns. Another is given over to old silver, another-to a collection of rggirV" teacups, anethet to Mexican and Astec pottery.—Mrs. Tapper in Chicago Herald.

Way* *f Oaokfa* Baaaiws If the banana is taken just after its rind ibas begun to grow golden but. is still nueaked with green it will contain a great deal of starch, which will make it palatable when cooked, while the small amount of sugar which has been formed will give it a sweetness like a sweet potato. Strip the tind off and boil it until soft, and it will make one of the nicest vegetables you ever ate. If you live in the country, whew yon are Messed with the luxury of an open wood fire, try roasting some peeled half ripened bananas in the ashes, as yoa do po tatoes, oad see how savory a morsel they make. £•*".

It is one of the commonest rights along the Amazon to see groups of half dad Indian men and women squatting around little camp fires roasting bananas and haviog endless mirth trying to pick them oat of the hot eoals wkhoufc burning their flngezs. We are all used to fried bananas, but we are prone to forget that for this purpose they should not be fall ripe, as that makes them too soft and too sweet. Above ail, a banaxmroas&ed or fried s3»ould be served hot, for as soon as It becomes cold ft grow* tough and unpaJjitable.—)o«rtesay de Kaibin Harper's Young People.

Important Period in a Girl's IJfe. The years from twelve to sixteen are perhaps the most important in a jorirl's physical history. She is passing from childhood into a more mature stage, and mind and body are both taxed to the utmost to meet the demands upon them. She needs wise and tender care at this time, help to understand the new problems that are forcing themselves upon her, and to besurrounded with the best hygienic conditions to secure an adequate physical development.

If a child has been properly dressed and fed, had a sufficiency of exercise, plenty of fresh air, an ample allowance of sleep, and not been permitted to overstudy, shd reaches this critical age well prepared for the strain she is to encounter.

If, on the other haifil, no care has been exercised in these important matters, they should at once be carefully attended to, in order to remedy, as far as possible, the ill effects of past neglect. In these days, when so much is said and written on the subject of hygiene, the care of the health receives an attention that was very uncommon a generation ago, and yet there are still mothers who, from want of thought or the pressure of other cares, do not give It the consideration that it ought to have.

It is much easier to preserve health than to restore it when it is lost. To do this it is not necessary to hedge a girl around with a number of tiresome restrictions that fret and worry her. If she has been allowed to form bad habits, o| course they must be broken off, and this is never a pleasant proceeding. Apart from this, judicious regulation*of food, rest, exercise and dress need not be particularly irksome. If it is begun in early youth it becomes second nature, and the girl unconsciously obeys the laws of health because she has never been accustomed to violate them.—Peterson's Magazine.

Give the Small Children Water. Small children generally receive water only as they get it in their milk or milk food, alike in summer and winter. It 4s probable that the fact seldom occurs to a mother or nurae that a child may be thirsty without being hungry at the same time. Certainly many a discomfort and even sickness in a child is conditioned upon the fact that it has been compelled to eat in order to get its thirst satisfied, and often has to suffer thirst because the overstimulated and injured stomach will take no more nourishment at irregular and too ghort intervals.—Herald of Health.

The Rich Man's Son.

The rich man's son inherits lands, And piles of briok and stones and gold. And he inherits soft white hands,

And tender flesh that fears the cold.

Like soft hands, and tender flesh, many diseases are inherited especially tendencies to Asthma, Consumption, Brenchitis, and Stomach and Liver troubles but there is a remedy, known as the "Golden Medical Discovery," which overcomes these diseases, and cuts off a'l tendencies toward a fatal result. Dr. Pierce of Buffalo, has put this remedy within the reach of all, so that even the poor as well as the rich, can obtain it. It is worth more to you than "plies of brick and stone and gold." Ask your druggist for 11. It's guaranteed to benefit or cure in every case, or money paid for it will be refunded.

A Chance to Make Money.

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WEAK MEN

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RESULTS-^

thojmind caiea treated and cured In past twelve yeara. '—'Aa evidence of our faith in Prof. Harris"

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."7. .we offer eight days trial ABSOLUTELY fRKR. EAIimen, young or old, luOerlng from thla prevalent trouble ahould *end their addrenao we canfumUli questions to be answered, that wr may know the true condition of each case and prepare medicine to effeot a prompt Qurtt..,

Located In New York (after 12 years at St. Louis), we offerall a clianoo to b« cured by tlte eelebratcd Pastille Treatment..., THE HARRIS REMEDY CO., Chemists,,

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Acl»a they wcrald bealmostprieeless to those who aimer from this distressing complaint butforta» nately their goodness does notend here^nd those who once try them will find these little P»H«*aI«Able lit so many ways that they will not be wll* tthem.

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'latttebazMOf so many lives that here la wtoa** wetnakeoar great boast. Our pills crura it whileothers do not.

Carter's Little Liver Pills ara very small.andvery eaey to take. One or two pills makes, dosa. They are strictly vegetable ana do not gripe or pnwe, bat by their gentle action please all wh® use them. Ia vials at 25 cents five for $1. SoiA by druggists evaxywheca, or sent by maiL

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SMALL PILL SMALL DOSL SMALL PRICE

SURE CURE FOR CATARRH

FOR OVER FIFTY YEARS this old SovexeignRemedy has stood the test, and stands to-day the best known remedy for Catarrh, Oold in the Head and Headache. Persist in its use. and it wilt effect a core, no matter of how, long standing the case may be.

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